Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

The wind howled in my ears, sharp as a ghost's wail.

It wasn't the smooth airflow you get when riding a sword, but rather the piercing, teeth-grinding shriek of air being violently torn apart when you're being forcibly carried and moved at high speed.

My vision blurred, the world spun, and all I could see were rapidly receding, distorted blocks of color.

A dull pain shot through the back of my neck, as if I had been hit hard by something hard and heavy. My head was buzzing, and I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but I couldn't.

Jiang Xiaochuan struggled to open one eye a crack; his vision was blurry and shaky.

The first thing you see is a gloomy sky that flashes by quickly, followed by rugged, steep rock walls with a dark red hue.

This is not Qingyun Mountain.

There was a faint, metallic smell mixed with a cold, damp, and fishy odor in the air, and... a very faint, sweet, and delicate fragrance belonging to a woman, carried on the wind and going straight into my nose.

He was being carried on someone's shoulder, his abdomen pressing painfully against the hard shoulder bone.

The person carrying him was extremely fast, not using the steady footwork of riding a sword, but a more unpredictable and elusive movement technique that allowed him to swiftly move along the mountain walls and in the shadows.

He tried to struggle, but found his limbs weak and powerless, and even his spiritual energy seemed frozen, stagnating in his meridians.

Only the Snow River Sword in his dantian still hummed faintly, conveying a chilling warning.

Is this... being kidnapped?

Who? That "Xiao Yu"?

No, how could that "Xiao Yu" have the ability and the guts to make a move within the Qingyun Sect?

And this aura...

"Awake?" A woman's voice, tinged with a soft laugh yet remarkably clear, rang out above his head.

The voice was familiar; it belonged to "Xiaoyu." But the tone was completely different. It lacked the timidity and shyness of the previous voice, and instead carried a hint of languor, smugness, and an undisguised... possessiveness.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat. He mustered all his strength to lift his head and met a pair of eyes that were very close to his, gleaming with a ghostly green light in the dim light.

These eyes weren't like Xiaoyu's pitiful black eyes; they were more beautiful and alluring, with slightly upturned corners and two flickering, eerie flames seemingly hidden deep within the pupils.

Her face still bore Xiaoyu's delicate features, but her eyes and demeanor had completely changed. No, she had shed her disguise.

"Who...who are you?!" Jiang Xiaochuan's voice was hoarse, filled with shock and anger.

"Me?" "Xiaoyu," or rather, the person in Xiaoyu's skin, chuckled softly.

With a light touch of his toes on a protruding rock, he rose again, crossed a steep ridge, and landed in a more secluded valley shrouded in thick mountain mist.

She finally stopped her rapid pace and put Jiang Xiaochuan down from her shoulder, but not gently; she tossed him aside casually.

"Bang!" Jiang Xiaochuan crashed heavily onto the cold, hard, gravelly valley floor, letting out a muffled groan of pain and his vision blurred. He struggled to get up, but his limbs were still weak and sore.

The man stood before him, looking down at him. He reached out and wiped his face, peeling off a layer as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

Her skin was as white as snow, her features as beautiful as a painting, especially her eyes, which had now fully regained their original deep green color, lively and cunning, sparkling with brilliance, and a slightly wicked smile playing on her lips, full of determination.

She had changed out of the light orange Taoist robe from Sunset Peak at some point, and into a beautifully tailored, light green dress with dark gold mandala patterns embroidered on the hem and a ribbon adorned with gold bells tied around her waist.

The acacia bell that she had always carefully hidden was now hanging openly at her waist, emitting a very faint, captivating tinkling sound with her movements.

"Let's get to know each other again."

She bent down, leaning close to Jiang Xiaochuan, her deep green eyes fixed on his astonished face. Her red lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids, carrying a declarative meaning, "Ghost King Sect, Biyao."

Bi, Biyao?!

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind went blank, as if struck by lightning!

His eyes widened instantly, staring intently at the stunningly beautiful yet unfamiliar face before him. His mind went blank, with only those two words echoing wildly in his head!

Biyao?!

Biyao, the quirky, passionate, and ultimately tragic girl in green who died under the Zhuxian Sword, is the daughter of Wanrenwang, the leader of the Ghost King Sect.

How could she be here?

Why did they tie him up in this way?

That's not right!

That's not how it is in the novel!

Wasn't Biyao and the protagonist Zhang Xiaofan's first encounter in Heyang City?

Moreover, even if the plot changes in this life, how would she know him?

And they even seem... completely confident of winning?!

Also, when she was carrying me just now, that dark, heavy short stick with a deep purple bead embedded at the top, exuding a fierce and chilling aura... that thing looks so much like... the Soul-Devouring Stick.

But isn't the Soul-Devouring Staff Zhang Xiaofan's?

How did it become Biyao's magic weapon?

And she even refined it?

Where exactly has the plot gone off track?

"You...you're Biyao? Biyao from the Ghost King Sect?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's voice trembled, filled with disbelief.

"Why...why did you tie me up? I've done nothing to you! And...and that stick..."

"Soul Devourer." Biyao replied naturally, and with a flick of her finger, the dark, short rod appeared in her hand. She casually played with it, and the dark red patterns on the rod flowed faintly, reflecting the golden light of the Hehuan Bell.

"Mine. Is that strange? Just like you,"

Her gaze swept over Jiang Xiaochuan, her eyes carrying a pointed meaning.

"It should be mine too. It's just that some people were a little too quick. I'll take back what's rightfully mine first, and while I'm at it... I'll catch you, you disobedient little thief."

As she spoke, she squatted down to look Jiang Xiaochuan in the eye, extended her slender hand, and gently brushed her fingertips across his pale cheek, which was pale from shock and pain, the gesture carrying a hint of intimacy.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaochuan. I won't hurt you. At least not now. I brought you back so we could develop a relationship. But..."

She paused, a glint of cunning and hidden urgency flashing in her eyes. Her voice lowered, carrying a seductive quality:

"Feelings can be cultivated slowly, but some connections can be established first."

For example... having a child?

Once you have a child, you're mine. You can't run away, and those flies and mosquitoes won't be able to get near you anymore.

What do you think of this idea?

Have a baby?

Jiang Xiaochuan was horrified when he heard this, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat!

This is human trafficking!

He looked at Biyao's face, so close yet filled with madness, and at the undisguised possessiveness and... a kind of obsessive expectation in her dark green eyes, and alarm bells rang in his mind!

This Biyao is completely different from the Biyao he knows!

This guy's insane! A fanatic! He's got a thing of Lu Xueqi!

No, it might be even more terrifying!

"You're insane!"

He jerked back, trying to avoid her touch, scrambling backward on all fours, yelling, "Who wants to have your baby! Let me go! Let me go!"

Biyao's smile faded slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.

She stood up, watched Jiang Xiaochuan's futile struggle, and sighed softly, as if looking at a disobedient pet.

"It seems that kind words are useless. I have to suffer a bit."

With a flick of her wrist, the Soul-Devouring Staff vanished.

Just when Jiang Xiaochuan thought she was about to use Soul Devouring.

Suddenly, she moved with the speed of a ghost, appearing in front of him in an instant.

Before he could react, she grabbed him from the ground, pressed him onto her lap, and made him lie face down.

"What are you doing?! Let go... Ah!"

Jiang Xiaochuan was shocked and furious. Before he could finish speaking, he felt a burning pain in his buttocks!

"Snapped!"